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Kissing The Enemy
by SilentShadow007
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters, J.K. Rowling does. I make no profit from writing fanfiction.
Author's Note: You like me! You really like me! 7 reviews in one day! This pleases me. ^_^ Anway, I got on my computer, saw the reviews, and as promised, here is the next chapter. Enjoy! ^_^
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Chapter 2
Harry sat at his potions table next to his partner, Neville, having finally made it to Potions class. Of course, Snape had took about 60 points from Gryffindor (20 for each of them) for them being late (of course, he took none from Slytherin) as was expected, but Harry did'nt really care. Although not a word was spoken between the three Gryffindors on their way to potions class Harry knew they were confused, and to be honest, so was he. He was fully aware that he had frenched Dra-Malfoy no less than an hour ago, and that he enjoyed it. He was also aware that he was'nt the only one liking it; he had heard the strange sounds that had came from Dra-Malfoy's mouth. And he was definately aware of the pair of silver eyes staring holes into his back at that very moment.
'Dammit.' Harry thought miserably. 'Why won't he stop looking at me?'
'Maybe because you just played a game of tonsel hockey with him' said the evil little voice in the back of his head.
'Shut up! It's not like he exactly pushed me away!' thought Harry.
'It's not like you pushed him away either.' said the evil little voice again, with a smug tone in his voice.
The raven-haired boy sighed as he distractedly added newt legs into the Shrinking Solution that him and Neville were currently working on. That evil little voice had a point, Harry thought, looking behind and into the eyes of the golden-haired Sytherin who now occupied-or rather haunted- his mind.
Draco did'nt look away, as Harry thought he would. The Slytherin seeker just stared at him, lust-or was that love, who can tell?- apparent in those silvery eyes of his. A possessive smirk that said 'I always get what I want, and I want you' graced his handsome features. Harry, slightly turned on, turned back around in his seat.He had to admit that the prefect was one sexy beast. He was having a hard time not going over there,ripping his clothes off, and ravishing him right there on the potions table. How he wanted to have his way with him, doing things unthinkable and unspeakable, not to mention-
'Woah! Back that train up, Sparky!*' Harry thought. 'Since when was I gay? And even if I was gay, since when did I want to-'
Harry's perverted train of thought was interrupted as he noticed him and Neville's cauldron boiling over, the orange potion-which was supposed to be a greenish blue- spilling all over the table and Neville's hands, which stared to glow an ugly purple colour.
Before he knew what was going on, Snape had swept over, angry as hell, and with a flick of his wand, muttered a spell that quickly made the ruined potion vanish from the table.
"Potter! Longbottom! Can you stupid Gryffindors not even manage to brew the simplest of potions?!" Snape yelled at them angriliy. Neville cowered in fright, as Harry looked on, used to the proffesor's little tirades.
Looking at the table and noticing the jar of open newt legs on Harry's side, Snape started anew.
"Newt legs?! NEWT LEGS?! Tell me, Potter, where on the ingredient list does it say to add newt legs?!" Snape yelled at him, his pale face purpling slightly. Harry said nothing, just looked down at the floor, slightly ashamed at the stupid mistake that was caused because of his mind being on Draco.
"That's it! 100 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Snape continued to yell. Harry gasped slightly. The potions master seemed to be in an especially bad mood today.
"You will serve detention with me, Potter, after dinner for a month, starting tonight!" He looked to Neville, who was still cowering in fright, purple hands and all. He then looked over at Hermione.
"Granger! Escort Longbottom to the hospital wing!" As Hermione nodded, Snape once again looked over at the frightened Neville, an unsympathetic sneer plastered on his pale face.
"Your punishment will be the same as Potters, but it will begin as soon as you are realeased from the hospital wing! A zero on your so-called potion, for both of you!" With those few 'choice words', Snape stalked over to his desk and continued grading papers, as Hermione, who had already finshed her potion with Ron, gently lead Neville out of the potions classroom, doing her best to comfort the poor boy.
Harry had began cleaning up the ingredients when he felt a body, Draco's body to be exact, go past him and to Snape's desk. As Draco delivered his finshed potion, Harry breifly heard him say something to Proffesor Snape about coming back after dinner to work on his homework in a quiet place. Confused though he was, Snape could'nt turn down his favorite student, and agreed.
Harry's brow furrowed in confusion, as he sat down in his seat. What the hell was Malfoy up to? Before he could attempt to answer his own question, he noticed Draco heading back towards his table behind Harry. Their eyes met for the umpteenth time that day, and as Draco passed him, he looked Harry straight in his mesmerizing eyes, put on that same sexy lust-or love-filled smirk and nonchalantly threw something into Harry's lap, his hand brushing Harry's shoulder as he passed.
As Draco made his way back to his seat, a blushing Harry opened the crumpled piece of parchment and read over the sentence scibbled there:
'I want you and I'll have you, Harry.'
Harry felt more blood rise into his cheeks, and he was sure he was blushing even brighter. He did'nt need to look behind him to know that Draco-his Draco?- was wearing that same sexy smirk that he now realized was reserved for him and him only.
For the first time in the 5 years he had already spent at Hogwarts, Harry was actually looking forward to detention with Snape.
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Author's Note: I read the expression, "Back that train up, Sparky!" in a HP fanfic, put I don't remember which. If it was yours, please tell me and I'll give you the due credit. As always, review; it makes me happy! I'll post the next chapter when I get...hmmm...how's 7 good reviews sound to you? Also, I hope Snape was in character. I tried me bestest. ^_^
Kissing The Enemy
by SilentShadow007
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters, J.K. Rowling does. I make no profit from writing fanfiction.
Author's Note: You like me! You really like me! 7 reviews in one day! This pleases me. ^_^ Anway, I got on my computer, saw the reviews, and as promised, here is the next chapter. Enjoy! ^_^
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Chapter 2
Harry sat at his potions table next to his partner, Neville, having finally made it to Potions class. Of course, Snape had took about 60 points from Gryffindor (20 for each of them) for them being late (of course, he took none from Slytherin) as was expected, but Harry did'nt really care. Although not a word was spoken between the three Gryffindors on their way to potions class Harry knew they were confused, and to be honest, so was he. He was fully aware that he had frenched Dra-Malfoy no less than an hour ago, and that he enjoyed it. He was also aware that he was'nt the only one liking it; he had heard the strange sounds that had came from Dra-Malfoy's mouth. And he was definately aware of the pair of silver eyes staring holes into his back at that very moment.
'Dammit.' Harry thought miserably. 'Why won't he stop looking at me?'
'Maybe because you just played a game of tonsel hockey with him' said the evil little voice in the back of his head.
'Shut up! It's not like he exactly pushed me away!' thought Harry.
'It's not like you pushed him away either.' said the evil little voice again, with a smug tone in his voice.
The raven-haired boy sighed as he distractedly added newt legs into the Shrinking Solution that him and Neville were currently working on. That evil little voice had a point, Harry thought, looking behind and into the eyes of the golden-haired Sytherin who now occupied-or rather haunted- his mind.
Draco did'nt look away, as Harry thought he would. The Slytherin seeker just stared at him, lust-or was that love, who can tell?- apparent in those silvery eyes of his. A possessive smirk that said 'I always get what I want, and I want you' graced his handsome features. Harry, slightly turned on, turned back around in his seat.He had to admit that the prefect was one sexy beast. He was having a hard time not going over there,ripping his clothes off, and ravishing him right there on the potions table. How he wanted to have his way with him, doing things unthinkable and unspeakable, not to mention-
'Woah! Back that train up, Sparky!*' Harry thought. 'Since when was I gay? And even if I was gay, since when did I want to-'
Harry's perverted train of thought was interrupted as he noticed him and Neville's cauldron boiling over, the orange potion-which was supposed to be a greenish blue- spilling all over the table and Neville's hands, which stared to glow an ugly purple colour.
Before he knew what was going on, Snape had swept over, angry as hell, and with a flick of his wand, muttered a spell that quickly made the ruined potion vanish from the table.
"Potter! Longbottom! Can you stupid Gryffindors not even manage to brew the simplest of potions?!" Snape yelled at them angriliy. Neville cowered in fright, as Harry looked on, used to the proffesor's little tirades.
Looking at the table and noticing the jar of open newt legs on Harry's side, Snape started anew.
"Newt legs?! NEWT LEGS?! Tell me, Potter, where on the ingredient list does it say to add newt legs?!" Snape yelled at him, his pale face purpling slightly. Harry said nothing, just looked down at the floor, slightly ashamed at the stupid mistake that was caused because of his mind being on Draco.
"That's it! 100 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Snape continued to yell. Harry gasped slightly. The potions master seemed to be in an especially bad mood today.
"You will serve detention with me, Potter, after dinner for a month, starting tonight!" He looked to Neville, who was still cowering in fright, purple hands and all. He then looked over at Hermione.
"Granger! Escort Longbottom to the hospital wing!" As Hermione nodded, Snape once again looked over at the frightened Neville, an unsympathetic sneer plastered on his pale face.
"Your punishment will be the same as Potters, but it will begin as soon as you are realeased from the hospital wing! A zero on your so-called potion, for both of you!" With those few 'choice words', Snape stalked over to his desk and continued grading papers, as Hermione, who had already finshed her potion with Ron, gently lead Neville out of the potions classroom, doing her best to comfort the poor boy.
Harry had began cleaning up the ingredients when he felt a body, Draco's body to be exact, go past him and to Snape's desk. As Draco delivered his finshed potion, Harry breifly heard him say something to Proffesor Snape about coming back after dinner to work on his homework in a quiet place. Confused though he was, Snape could'nt turn down his favorite student, and agreed.
Harry's brow furrowed in confusion, as he sat down in his seat. What the hell was Malfoy up to? Before he could attempt to answer his own question, he noticed Draco heading back towards his table behind Harry. Their eyes met for the umpteenth time that day, and as Draco passed him, he looked Harry straight in his mesmerizing eyes, put on that same sexy lust-or love-filled smirk and nonchalantly threw something into Harry's lap, his hand brushing Harry's shoulder as he passed.
As Draco made his way back to his seat, a blushing Harry opened the crumpled piece of parchment and read over the sentence scibbled there:
'I want you and I'll have you, Harry.'
Harry felt more blood rise into his cheeks, and he was sure he was blushing even brighter. He did'nt need to look behind him to know that Draco-his Draco?- was wearing that same sexy smirk that he now realized was reserved for him and him only.
For the first time in the 5 years he had already spent at Hogwarts, Harry was actually looking forward to detention with Snape.
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Author's Note: I read the expression, "Back that train up, Sparky!" in a HP fanfic, put I don't remember which. If it was yours, please tell me and I'll give you the due credit. As always, review; it makes me happy! I'll post the next chapter when I get...hmmm...how's 7 good reviews sound to you? Also, I hope Snape was in character. I tried me bestest. ^_^